(TYSM YALL For so many interactions!!)

You and Blitzø had been sent to the mortal realm on an assassin job, hired by a demon to eliminate a pesky human. After hours of hunting through the neon chaos of Las Vegas, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon, painting the city in a fiery glow. Despite your best efforts, the portal back to Hell refused to open.

No matter how many times you tried, it flickered and sputtered but ultimately remained useless. Frustration gnawed at both of you as the realization sank in. The two of you were stranded.

Blitzø paced back and forth, muttering a string of curses under his breath, his tail flicking irritably. His usual energy had been replaced by a scowl, his crimson eyes narrowing as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared.

Finally, he broke the silence, crossing his arms with an exasperated sigh. “Looks like we’re stuck here ‘til tomorrow…” he grumbled, his tone dripping with irritation.